By Alfred Brown
This is the poem where I finally got to use the sentence that had been rattling in my brain for a few years “Everything was fine until I got shot in the face.” I wrote it first sometime, probably around 2013, then I did some edits to it around 2014 or 2015. The intention with the edits was to make the poems into songs.
1 -woke up so tired
Woke up so tired went to sleep wide awake
2 -it's just over
Too much time has passed
It all went by so fast
And now it’s just over
Did i even know her?
Or was i wrong to think
That we had a special link
One that can’t be broken
More than just a token
It’s just over, all over
I’m sinking lower and lower
Like it was nothing to her
Like we never were
Something magical, pure
But now I’m not so sure
Because she’s gone away
She’s off and on her way
To love another her new life
You know it don’t seem right
That she should break a chain
That may not come again